My thoughts whip up like egg white
into a frothy foam.
Unbridled by my sleeping mind
away from me they roam.
They gallop ‘cross my vision,
and frolic ‘round my head.
A restful night I will not have
until I’m good and dead.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
My thoughts whip up like egg white
into a frothy foam.
Unbridled by my sleeping mind
away from me they roam.
They gallop ‘cross my vision,
and frolic ‘round my head.
A restful night I will not have
until I’m good and dead.
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